The Woman From Hell

Delia was an adult. She must have her own reasons behind whatever she was doing.

Furthermore, I believed every decision she made had gone through careful consideration and there would be no special incidents.

I still could not help worrying even if I comforted myself like this.

Instead of mulling over it here, it would be better if I went and clarified things with her. After making up my mind, I got up and set off.

Recalling that Delia loved fruits, I bought several kinds while I was on my way. Delia's home was not far from the company, and I arrived at her home in less than half an hour.

Knock, knock, knock! I knocked on the door gently.

Delia opened the door and was surprised to see me. "Wanda, why are you here?"

I smiled. "What's wrong? Am I not welcome?"

"It's not that."

Delia's features were scrunched, while surprise still colored her eyes. She quickly welcomed me in. "I'm just a little surprised to see you out of the blue. Come in, take a seat. I'll pour you a drink."

I handed her the fruits in my hand. "It's fine. I thought you forgot about me since we hadn't seen each other for a long time."

that be possible?" Delia poured me a glass of juice. "I'd forget

pursed my lips and chuckled, feeling delighted.

you be busy in the company at this hour? Why did you come by all

about you. So, I came to visit." Delia lowered her head, a look of sadness flashing across her

I

anything. Since she had chosen to confide

just haven't been feeling well.

wonder. Did you go

It's

looked and became even more

be fine

You really should rest

She had been traveling around, filming in major cities. She had practically personal time. I felt a lot

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chatted for a long time. It was getting late, so

preparing dinner. Delia had

to see it, so I stayed by her

en

hand

was that when the food came out of the oven, Delia covered her mouth and nose with an expression